An old man sits in the park feeding the pigeons They gather to him just as maggots gather to the rotting flesh of something dead or like people who gather to you when you have something they need or want In the end, nature takes it's course When the food runs out, the pigeons fly away When the flesh is gone, so are the maggots And when you have nothing left to offer, you sit silently by yourself
Reason for writing:
Being used one too many times!!
Birth sign: Leo
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